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"I know love," I say sympathetically and I stroke your hair. "I just don't want you hurt anymore than you are, okay?"
 
I kiss you. "I'm still feeling sick, love. Not now, but I will okay?" I felt bad for you but I had to make sure of my health.
 
I am already asleep and don't respond, unwittingly hurting you, even as you are curled in my arms. Tired, sore, exhausted, and longing, the day has put me down and I sleep until the next day.
 
When I wake up the next day you are still asleep, and I find you curled up next to me. You stir a bit when i stretch my leg and groan a little. When you do, I spoon behind you, kiss your temple, and tell you immediately, "I love you baby," in a whisper, as I curl you up once more.
 
I manage to recover quickly and am indeed just sore for a while with no injuries. About three weeks later, we are sitting in an airport bar, at the bar, with you sitting beside me as we wait for Don and Stacie to arrive. You still are not showing, and look cute in your cold weather clothes, as I sit in simple, nice jeans, a green casual sweater, windbreaker and scarf. "I have never been to New York," I lean over and kiss your neck. "Are you excited?" I squeeze you hand and get a mischievous look before leaning in and whispering in your ear. "Wanna have sex in the airplane bathroom?" I raise and lower my eyebrows a couple times so you know I'm joking, but would certainly not be if you were to agree.
 
"Baby will be fine," I say. "He'll be right there with mom and dad!" About that time our friends appear, Don still in his cast.
 
I keep anxiously checking my pockets as we chat, and you notice Don and I speaking in hushed tones. You hear very little, but you do hear me say, "I'm nervous about it." I order four beers, not even thinking.
 
Don and I finish our beers and we get on the plane. When the flight attendant asks if we needed anything I get a blanket. The cabin is perfectly warm, so there is no need for any blanket.
 
I throw the blanket over our laps and my hand grabs yours and pulls it under the blanket. When it does, my hand releases your and begins playing with the button on your jeans, making my need for a blanket more clear.
 
I continue to read, albeit squirming a bit as I did so, gently running my hand along your cock through your jeans
 
I lean over and kiss you, as you feel your zipper slide open. I whisper in your ear. "What panties do you have on?"
 
"Mmm," I moan sliding my fingers down over your shaved area, inside your panties, lightly searching for your clit.
 
"Shhh," Is all I say, beginning to stroke you quickly, with tiny, smooth strokes. I reach a bit lower and feel you, wet to my touch, returning to stroke your clit more.
 
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